there were sounds in my head -- hale

[Isabella Castellona]

When she'd signed off Isabella slid into a pair of tight pencil jeans. A plain acid washed green v-neck hung loosely off her thin frame. She threw on navy cardigan that covered her arms and a gray fedora over her messy hair before she took off out the door. Suede moccasins padded noisily down the hallway of the motel as she made her way towards the most famous coffee joint of their country. She wasn't used to meeting people she didn't know and she didn't really know what to expect. It was weird, the girl normally was overly shy. The kind that could barely make a peep if spoken to and so the fact that she was going to meet some guy that she had only spoken to over the internet was very obscure.

Bella couldn't believe that she was actually getting out of her hotel room and going to meet this Hale guy. At the moment it had sounded like a really good idea. Nice guy that seemed pretty normal for the brief stint that she had talked to him but she didn't know what to expect. Didn't even know what he looked like. As she walked towards the coffee shop she began to bicker in her head. Freaking out about whether or not he'd like her, if he'd think she was a freak like everyone else seemed to. Ever since she saw Johnny Bella had been a bit shaken up. She couldn't get the wicked glint from his eyes out of her mind or that sadistic smile he mocked her with. Bella hoped to god that Hale was different. Hoped that he wouldn't think she was some weak bitch like Johnny so blatantly did.

She slipped quietly through the door to Starbucks and looked around looking for the guy that might recognize her from her picture. Not seeing anyone that was looking her way Bee made her way to the bar to order a drink. "Yeah, can I just get a grande black coffee." She asked with a forced smile as she handed the barista her money. The coffee came quick and once she had it in her hands she looked around once more. Deciding on a small corner table she tucked herself in one of the chairs, drawing her knees up to her chest as she waited for Hale to get her. One hand rested on the table and the other wrapped around the coffee cup at her lips. She hoped he would get here soon, she wanted to see what he looked like. See if he was anything like the image in her head.

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[blockquote][blockquote][size=1]When she'd signed off Isabella slid into a pair of tight pencil jeans. A plain acid washed green v-neck hung loosely off her thin frame. She threw on navy cardigan that covered her arms and a gray fedora over her messy hair before she took off out the door. Suede moccasins padded noisily down the hallway of the motel as she made her way towards the most famous coffee joint of their country. She wasn't used to meeting people she didn't know and she didn't really know what to expect. It was weird, the girl normally was overly shy. The kind that could barely make a peep if spoken to and so the fact that she was going to meet some guy that she had only spoken to over the internet was very obscure.

Bella couldn't believe that she was actually getting out of her hotel room and going to meet this Hale guy. At the moment it had sounded like a really good idea. Nice guy that seemed pretty normal for the brief stint that she had talked to him but she didn't know what to expect. Didn't even know what he looked like. As she walked towards the coffee shop she began to bicker in her head. Freaking out about whether or not he'd like her, if he'd think she was a freak like everyone else seemed to. Ever since she saw Johnny Bella had been a bit shaken up. She couldn't get the wicked glint from his eyes out of her mind or that sadistic smile he mocked her with. Bella hoped to god that Hale was different. Hoped that he wouldn't think she was some weak bitch like Johnny so blatantly did.

She slipped quietly through the door to Starbucks and looked around looking for the guy that might recognize her from her picture. Not seeing anyone that was looking her way Bee made her way to the bar to order a drink. [color=navy]"Yeah, can I just get a grande black coffee."[/color] She asked with a forced smile as she handed the barista her money. The coffee came quick and once she had it in her hands she looked around once more. Deciding on a small corner table she tucked herself in one of the chairs, drawing her knees up to her chest as she waited for Hale to get her. One hand rested on the table and the other wrapped around the coffee cup at her lips. She hoped he would get here soon, she wanted to see what he looked like. See if he was anything like the image in her head.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Hale Evans.]

runnin' from those days ,
there's another war inside me .

----- Had he seriously just done that? Just, completely asked a girl, who he didn't know anything about, out to coffee? Hale was very surprised that she had agreed to go, as well. It really wasn't everyday that you saw someone willing to meet up with a complete stranger. Luckily he wasn't someone who was out to actually do anything to her. All he wanted was a civil conversation that didn't have to take place in a chat room. Physical contact was a lot better than being cooped up alone in your apartment, muttering to yourself as your fingers got cramped from typing so much.

----- Not wanting to be late, Hale rushed to grab a shirt and find his shoes. The last thing he wanted was to end up looking like he had spent a lot of time on his clothing, or hair, because he really hadn't. This wasn't a date. This was only a meeting, a "heart to heart" with someone you hardly knew. It was a good thing they didn't know each other that well. Made it easier to converse about their issues. Slipping into his converse after his shirt was pulled over his head, something he grabbed off the back of his couch that smelt clean, he grabbed his wallet and keys and was headed out the door after it was locked.

----- As the male walked, he kept his eyes low, following the tops of his shoes as he moved. She didn't even know what he looked like. It was a really good thing he wasn't some creep, about to kidnap or stalk her. Hopefully she wasn't expecting him to look like Prince Charming. He knew he wasn't ugly, but didn't think too highly of himself when it came to such labels, or titles. With his hands stuffed in his pants pockets, he turned the street corner that lead to Starbucks. The encouraging smell of their yummy, but highly expensive, beverages was already filling Hale's nostrils.

----- Feeling a bit more perky as he entered, he pushed up to the counter and ordered himself a large latte. After paying, he stuffed his money back into his pants and shifted around, looking around for a female who looked like her picture. His eyes were focusing on female's eyes, trying to find the icey blue that he had seen, filled with an untold history. He had just about gave up when he spotted her in the back corner. Sucking in a deep breath, he took small steps until he reached her table, trying his best to act comfortable. Not that he was intimidated, or nervous. He was just off his game.

----- Sliding into the seat opposite to her, he placed his beverage upon the table and gave her a small gentle smile. "Isabella?" His voice sounded harsh, and his throat felt dry. Should've taken a sip first.

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[Isabella Castellona]

little voices whispering

Bella was surprised herself that she had agreed. As much as she hated being around people she had always craved affection. The girl needed contact and attention as much as everyone else did. She was expecting much from the conversation but she would take any sort of communication that she could get. Sitting in some chat room was never enough, it would never be enough for anyone. The words always get muddled and confused, the meaning always skewed because no one could show emotions. He was right to ask for them to hang out at a coffee shop, both of them obviously needed some sort of help and typing just wasn't doing the trick any more. She jumped at the chance to be out that was for sure.

She knew it wasn't a date, I mean you can't exactly have a date without knowing each other before hand. But Bella treated slightly like a date, dressing herself with a bit more time, putting the hat to cover her ratty curls, she had even run some mascara over the long lashes that framed her eyes. It was the nature of the girl to dress up slightly when hanging out with guys. She may not be planning to jump his bones but she didn't want to show up in a pair of soffee shorts and a camisole. It would be slightly awkward and so not Bella. The girl didn't focus much on what she wore but she did dress well.

So that was Hale. She had the feeling it was him as he bought his drink, guessing from the order of the latte. He was bigger than she had expected, it came as a shock. Not big as in fat but he looked healthy, Bella wasn't used to that. She wasn't used knowing someone who really didn't breathe depression. Noah had always been healthy, he'd eaten like a horse, but he looked anorexic. The boy was so thin you could hardly guess that he was happy as a clam and ate like nobodies business. So seeing who she guessed was Hale was surprising. He looked so...normal.

A smile lifted to her lips, forced and a bit awkward. She wasn't used to smiling anymore. "Hale." She her hand off her table and offered it to him making sure her cardigan sleeve covered the old scars that dotted along her arms. "Nice to meet you, in person I mean." She said softly. Bella's voice was something interesting, the traces of her Italian accent were quite obvious with each word. It was light, a breezy voice that kind of danced around your ears, but there was an undertone of hollowness always there when she spoke.

Taking another long sip of her drink her fingers twitched with the longing for nicotine. She could wait of course. But she knew that the nicotine would calm her senses much like the drugs used to and make her a bit more sociable. She hoped he didn't mind.

[Hale Evans.]

runnin' from those days ,
there's another war inside me .

----- No matter what he seemed to do, Hale always ended up meeting people in weird scenarios. It was like he had this odd way of finding people, whether over the internet, or in person. Of course, they usually turned out to be interesting, even in the slightest or oddest ways. But what the downfall was, was the possible rep that he could get from this, entire odd meet and greet business. He had met Lucy in McDonalds, an obsessive stalker fan. Couldn’t believe how blind he had been that night. A female, walking into a fast food joint, and not for the food. What else could she be looking for? Sex, of course. It had been her “life long dream”, or something equally creepy. The way he had met Dee Dee . . .

----- A painful shadow coursed under his sunglasses as he thought her name. With an inward sigh, he tried his best not to concentrate on her, knowing that he’d have to explain some of her and his past. Even a little. Hale wanted to keep it off as much as he could until he had to say something. His eyes flickered behind his tinted glasses as he sat down, Isabella’s hand already extended for a shake. Was she always this ready to go? Someone as fast as her couldn’t possible be depressed. There was reason for her to be. She had a lovely face, her hair was clean, she didn’t smell, and she was polite. Who on earth would give someone like her such a hassle to turn her mood? Unless it ran in the family, though that wasn’t any of his business.

----- Raising his own hand, he gripped hers gently, too unaware of his strength at the moment with his mood swings to try and take a handshake like he normally would’ve any other meeting. Hale didn’t want to hurt her, after all. Her words were nice as they fluttered up to his ears, a small smile tickling at his lips as he nodded. Pulling his hand back, he moved it up to his face and pulled the sunglasses off, sticking one of the arms into the collar of his shirt. It wasn’t very polite not to allow her to see his eyes. Not to mention, it was more respectful. “Yeah, human contact is always nice.” He held off from saying anything else about the matter, unsure if he wanted to give most of his pain away in this simple meet and greet. This was only to calm him down, make him feel human, and struggle with someone else while he was at it. Hale wouldn’t allow himself to use her as a crutch, no matter how willing she was for the matter.

----- Sipping at his latte, his throat less dry, he gave her a full smile and glanced around. No one was paying attention to them. All the “writers” were publicly writing, tapping away almost viciously at their laptop keys. Catching one of their eyes, noticing that as soon as they discovered they were being watched, their hands increased with speed, and the loud clicks of the keys echoed even louder. With a roll of his eyes, his attention turned back to the female before him, his eyelids blinking lightly. “I forgot how fake this place was . . .” He muttered to her, thought it was more of a hushed whisper than anything. Of course, if someone had been paying attention to them, they would’ve clearly heard him, but he wasn’t worried. If anyone had a bone to pick, he’d be sure to let them have at ‘er with a grin, knowing that any kind of released would be amazing at this point.

----- Well, we could start out with the basics? We know each other’s name. And what we do. Both know that we have something eating at us, but we don’t really know how to express it in a sentence. Ugh . . . we, obviously, know another’s gender, unless you’re holding out on me. What else does that leave for us to exchange before we can just, get the outlines out?” He was in no rush, and his voice hopefully let Isabella know that. He had all day to spend with her, allowing her to lean on him when needed, as long as she returned the favor. Drumming his fingers nervously against his latte’s outer cup, he looked into her eyes and tried his hardest not to seem like he was growing impatient. He just wanted to remember the sound of her voice. Couldn’t care less if she actually told him what her issue was with the world.

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[Isabella Castellona]

Bella had her own fair share of weird meetings as well, nothing like the McDonald's experience of his but most of hers were weird. She'd met Finn in a hospital, her cousin's at the time future girlfriend's current boyfriend who had try to kill himself. Little did she know that the hospital would lead to her falling in love with him. And then there was Johnny, she was standing on a cliff trying to capture the emotion of suicide and he'd seen her. It was back before her meds kicked in and she was still a bit off her rocker. Johnny had told her he'd watch her fall and find it funny, next thing you know they're screwing in her room and pretending like they hate each other. Thinking briefly on it she almost laughed out loud, her track record really wasn't that good. Though I suppose that wasn't really a surprise if you think about it much.

Hale seemed so suave. With the sunglasses and the confidence that just ebbed off him. It made her feel so mediocre, like she was a let down. He was so cool and she was so...well Bella. With her old school etiquette that had been engraved in her head before her parents had died and her stutter. Throw in the accent and the girl was the epitome of not cool. She didn't really know why she bothered to be polite anymore, it never really meant much to any one these days. People took for granted the politeness that there parents grew up knowing and if it wasn't such a habit Bella wouldn't even offer the gestures any more. Just made her seem more goofy really.

When he took her hand she smiled shyly dropping her face a bit. His hand engulfed hers almost entirely she noticed when her eyes dropped down away from the boys face. When he let go she let her hand fall back into her lap quickly. Fingers picking at the hem of her sleeves nervously as she waited for him to speak again. "I agree, things get too muddled up with technology these days." She replied softly lifting her eyes back up to meet his gaze with out the sunglasses. Bella didn't know what exactly they should do next. She knew they came with intentions of spilling their souls and all but where do you even start? She wasn't exactly up to just start out their conversation with 'Hi I'm Bella, I'm crazy and my parents are dead and I found my dead cousin when I was 14.' Yeah that'd be real smooth alright, he'd be sure to not take off running for his life or anything.

The writers were one of the big reasons she hated Starbucks. All the people who really were probably just playing Solitaire or something but so concerned for their image they had to sit around and 'write'. It was frustrating for her to watch. She followed his gaze around the shop noticing the change in each of their paces when his gaze fell on them and then he was talking. "Welcome to corporate America." She replied with a shrug not really knowing what else to say. Her tone was slightly sarcastic mocking the people in the coffee shop, they were so odd.

As he began to ramble a shy smile lifted to her lips listening to him, he had a nice voice, soothing. A laugh slipped out of her when he spoke about her holding out on the gender thing. "Definitely female I promise." She replied with a brighter grin. At his question she shrugged not really having much of an answer. "I don't know, where are you from is a good starter I guess?" She asked just happy to have some sort of interaction. He seemed so interested, it was such a change of pace. She was anxious about what was going on, waiting for him to get bored and stand up and leave. She was also anxious about what would happen if he didn't. She really wasn't used to guys actually caring, there was Noah but that was just a brief stint. The rest always ended up leaving. Taking another breath she bit her lip nervously lifting her head up to him once more. "What do you do for fun? What all do you play? Ummm I dunno I'm bad at this game. I guess I'm curious what your story is? If that makes sense."

[Hale Evans.]

( runnin' from those days )

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It was easier to pretend to be calm, and collected, even confident, when no one surrounding you actually knew you personally. It was always easier to put on a show, without someone in the crowd that knew you, or how you acted. Made things a lot better when you started faking. No one could pick up the lies you were spilling out your mouth, or how upset and depressed you really were on the inside. Of course, some people would notice. But they were strangers, people who didn't mean anything to anyone out in the open. They wouldn't say anything if their life depended it, especially not to a male with a faux hawk, and converse shoes on his feet at the age of twenty-one. It wasn't "normal", or something retarded like that.

This was just another way for him to show to the city that Hale Evans didn't have any kind of feelings, apart from the hang overs and horny strides at wicked parties. He was a robot, born to party, born to get laid, and nothing else. The lead singer wasn't depressed-- he was hungover. He wasn't talking to a woman in Starbucks because it's a good thing to do-- he was arranging the best time for her to get laid. Heaven forbid if someone mentioned the media to him, or about the recent events of Dee Dee's death. He wouldn't be flipping out because his mother-fucking child was growing inside of her-- he'd be flipping out because the media "exposed who he really was". When you were famous, or even remotely close to it, the public world spit on you every time you had your back turned. They want money, they want movies, they want CDs. As long as you're giving it to them, they couldn't give a shit about anything else, until you make one mistake. Go to one too many parties. Kick someone in the face on accident . . . Doesn't matter exactly what the mistake is. As long as it's there, you can't get away from it.

Before Hale's mind could make up anymore bullshit about the public eye, or the media, Isabella's voice fluttered into his mind, breaking his train of thought. 'I agree, things get too muddled up with technology these days.' Clearing his throat, he nodded softly and rolled his shoulders. He had already blocked out the annoying noise of laptop keys being pushed, knowing that Bella deserved the most attention he could give her without coming off like a creepy stalker. "It's just background noise. Just a shame, that they think if they type faster, they'll get someone's attention to strive them forward. Waste of time . . ." Hale had never depended on technology, it was something he rarely used unless he was bored. Main reason as to why he had been on his computer earlier that day. "I don't know how these assholes do it. I can't even depend on my microwave to work for two and a half minutes, and they sit here wasting their life and getting arthritis on their fingers and wrists." Despite he was being serious, he let out a small chuckle, knowing that any other day, he would've said the following with a large grin and laughed about it until it hurt to breathe.

Taking another sip of his latte, the temperature just right against his lips, tongue, as well as the roof of his mouth. Swallowing, he took his time placing it back onto the table in front of him and breathed out a small sigh. Where he was from. "I was actually born in Avalon, California. Not too far from here, I guess. Haven't lived outside of California in my entire life. I haven't even seen outside of California, apart from on post cards, and TV programs. Born and raised there. I lived there until a couple years back. I heard that they were starting a tour, and I wanted in." Giving a soft smile, he raised his eyes from his latte and looked towards her, having a small feeling that there was going to more. And, alas, there was. Smiling, he let out a small laugh and nodded his head. "You are a curious one, aren't you?" Didn't want to sound like he grieved explaining his "Story", but there wasn't much of it to explain. He thought it was rather boring, to be honest.

"Well, I grew up with my Mother and Father. As far as I know, they're still in Avalon, but I haven't spoken to them in years. Didn't accept the fact that I liked to sing, said I was going to turn into one of those fruity little guys with eyeliner, and skin tight pants." Rolling his eyes with a shake of his head, he took in a small breath and continued. "I was an only child, so I guess I can kind of say I understand as to why they didn't like the thought of me leaving. I mean . . . they live on an island, surrounded by the same people. They come home, and I'm there. I was always there for them. When Dad went fishing, I'd be by Mom's side, sometimes even his. As long as I was with one of them, things seemed pretty good." Lifting his latte to his lips, once again buying himself time, he took a small sip. "I can't say that I had a bad life. My parents loved me, I . . . kind of had friends. But it was hard to live on an island with the same faces. Hardly anyone knew came, and hardly anyone left. It was like the code of Avalon, kinda like that King Arther shit. Assuming that you know the legends, and all that bullshit (it's actually quite interesting. xD). You couldn't have a relationship with anyone, friendship, fuck buddies, or full on serious dating, without someone knowing. Your secrets were out in the open. You couldn't hide from anyone, unless you hide it completely to yourself, and told no one at all. Sometimes, even the adults would get out of hand with gossip, and lying."

A small smile pulled at his lips as he thought about it. "Now that I think about it . . . it's kinda like home, being in a band. Nothing by lies surround you, the media feeding bullshit to any citizen they can. Sooner or later, your shit's being tossed out into the crowd, for anyone and everyone to see. Exactly like home . . ." Whether Hale was supposed to feel good or bad about that, he was unsure. Raising his eyes up to Bella's, he gave her a tight smile and shrugged. "Nothing amazing, really. I'm one of the few kids who got to grow up without much of anything from it. Apart from my habit to wear sunglasses everywhere, and anytime, I'm outside." A small look over his shoulder was made, and Hale breathed out a loud sigh. This place was getting kind of crowded. Turning back to her, he gestured towards the door with his hand. "How about we go for a walk, or sit outside? I dunno about you, but I'd much rather the fresh air than the fumes of coffee for the next hour." This also gave her a bit more privacy when, and if, she wanted to return the favor of talking about where she grew up.

There wasn't any pressure, however. Hale was used to playing the waiting game, and he didn't mind doing it for her.

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[Isabella Castellona]

Bella didn't have to worry about her image. Most of the time she found herself turning inward with in herself. Folding in like a nothing until all that was left to be seen was a hollow shell. She didn't have to worry about people talking about her like the musicians on this tour. No instead she often wondered if people even noticed her. Bella was like the hollow men in T.S. Elliot's poem and her world had ended with a whimper just as he had predicted. Strangers didn't notice Bella and wonder what she was thinking, their eyes would just glaze over her as if she was a statue and they would move on just as quickly. She wasn't conventionally pretty, she didn't dress to stick out, and she wasn't loud. By folding in on herself, tucking away in the shadows Bella was able to hide the depression and the issues that bubbled up inside of her. No one would say anything to her, if they did it was quick and short and they walked away shortly afterwards.

She wasn't trying to stick it to the city, all she wanted to do was survive. As if holding on to the threads of her life was enough, she didn't live life she skated along the outside. She had no image to stay a part of, no expectations to fulfill. It was just Bella and her art, and people who bought her pieces never wanted to meet the girl that drew all the bad emotions or painted only in dark colors. They liked to buy the piece and mutter philosophical comments about it oblivious to the fact that the piece had nothing to do with Neitzche's theory on life and death. That was how people are though, they never want to hear about someone else's issues because it only makes them more vivid. Bella was content with all this, her particular career allowed her to wallow in her own self pity and isolate herself from the real world. She didn't want to be famous like a rock star is, she didn't want to be in the lime light. She just wanted to live day by day and draw.

She watched Hale snap out of his trance, clear his throat and then respond. The boy was intriguing, someone that was unlike anyone she'd ever met before. She didn't know what to expect and really didn't know how to handle him. When he spoke she lifted one delicate hand to her mouth, pearly white teeth nibbling on the nail of her index finger anxiously. She was a fidgety thing, it was a result of the drugs she used to take and the prescriptions that she took now. Bella didn't have a clue as to what Hale was muttering about. His response confused her and she chose not to respond, waiting for him to elaborate. "We're all slaves to something." She murmured softly to his second statement. The girl was not much of a talker most of the time, rather she thought about what she said before she spoke. Weighing the words in her head slowly until she zoned completely out and stopped paying attention to anything. This time she stayed focused, hoping he hadn't taken offense to her statement. She had the habit of making a mess of things very quickly.

Avalon? Honestly she had no idea where that was. But she found it odd that he had never moved, never been outside of this state. She'd spent her whole life moving around, well a chunk of it that is. It must have been nice to live in one place, with the same people and the same scenery. Looking up at him with a small smile she spoke. "Sounds nice if you ask me." Bella had a way of speaking that resembled that of a child. She had this quality about her, this young feeling about her actions and her words that was a reflection of her past. Hale was interesting and so different from her and she wanted to know more. At his question her cheeks began to burn, the red obvious against her pale porcelain skin. She quickly looked away with a sheepish smile and nodded quickly not wanting to speak.

When his words hit her ears she looked back up, thinking it was safe to just listen to him. Her head tilted to one side as he spoke one of her hands lifting to cup beneath her chin as she watched him. Her eyes were so wary of the boy, not knowing what to expect and tense as if she expected him to get mad at her quietness. His voice was soothing and as he spoke Isabella found herself smiling shyly a bit. Not at him and not an awkward smile but she didn't look so broken any more. His child hood sounded nice really, though the never leaving was a bit odd. She knew the feeling of a small town, the village that she'd grown up in just outside of Sicily was just like that. Everyone knew everyone's business and not only that but all of your friends and dates were prearranged taking every bit of freedom away that you might have had at some point. Bella didn't know the King Arthur reference but she didn't bother telling him that. She just wanted to hear more and was pleased when he continued on.

He seemed distant as he thought of the band and it's relation to his home, she could only imagine what was running through his head. The tight smile worried her but she chose not to say anything just yet, she assumed they'd eventually get to the dark parts of their lives but right now she just wanted to hear about his life. When he finished she smiled more brightly sitting up and taking another sip of her tea. "No, it was interesting. So different from my child hood but at the same time almost exactly the same. And I like the sunglasses." She added dropping her eyes back down after the words slid from her lips. Was Bella flirting? Yes for once she was. It felt good too. When he gestured she nearly jumped from her chair with a nod, the only thing on her mind now was a cigarette. "A walk sounds nice." She answered standing and collecting her back as she waited for him to stand as well.

As they walked out of the door Bella paused reaching into her purse and pulling out a pack of Smooths. Tapping one out she placed it to her lips and lit it very quickly. Taking a much needed drag before offering him the pack. "Do you want one? Sorry if smoking bothers you, I can put it out if it does. That one drag is really all I need." Almost immediately her trembling subsided and she perked up a bit. Tilting her chin up at him and watching him curiously. "You're very different, Hale." She said absently, it wasn't a bad thing just truth. Bella liked him. He was bold and charming and attractive. Quite honestly in the back of her mind she was hoping for at least one thing to come out of this experience and if it happened in a bedroom she wouldn't protest.

With a quiet sigh she knew he was probably waiting for her past and she glanced back at him quickly. "My turn then?" She asked with a sheepish smile. Lifting her cigarette to her lips one more she took a long drag, inhaling it like it was the only thing keeping her going. Exhaling she began to speak. "I was born in raised in Sicily, well technically not Sicily but a small village thirty minutes outside of it. I was only child, my father was an artist. A painter to be exact and his paintings were phenomenal. My mother was a concert pianist but mostly she stayed at home with me. Like most Italian families we were close knit, so my Aunts and Uncles all lived near by. I had a cousin, Jennifer that was my age and her older brother Malachai were my everything. We were an inseparable pair and were my siblings and best friends at the same time." She smiled to herself at the thought of the three of them when they were small. Looking back to Hale she began again. "My parents were hit by a drunk driver when I was twelve, I moved in with Chai and Jenn immediately. It was hard, it still is cause my parents and I got along so well and were so class but it got better. Kind of, I got into drugs unfortunately. And boys and drinking and by fourteen I had done worse things than anyone my age. I dragged Jennifer into it and when we were fourteen she kill-- she passed away." Bella stuttered over the last sentence not really feeling the need to get into the story of how Jenn killed herself. "After that me and Chai got sent to a boarding school in the states, there for a year and then we moved to Cali. I finished up high school and got picked up to shoot the tour." She offered another smile trying to play off the gory part of her past.